Roxie clapped him on the back, laughing. “God, you are a wuss! Just nurse it all night if you have to. Hey!”
Someone by the door attracted her attention and she moved away from Matt, heading that way. For a moment he thought he might be free at last—free to abandon the drink, free to find Vic, free to enjoy himself without her hanging around. Then her hand snaked through the crowd and snatched his wrist, pulling him along after her. “Char, hey, girlfriend!” Her shriek pierced Matt’s brain and he swallowed more of his drink in an effort to dull the sound. “This is that guy I was telling you about. Matt.”